Adventures in the Tetons- part 1
My White Stallion
The year was 1997 we were moving west
cruising down 94 in an overloaded car
crossing borders of stolen lands
where the Black Hills stand guard
we enter the rustic land of dust and
pick up trucks, vast space with oilrigs,
a place where trees crowd few banks
and the sun bakes everything
Cowboy country here we come
ten miles in and our pony went down
expensive weekend fix leaves us broke
in a snag, even so, you cannot stop
three adventurous young souls on mission
a free spirit, a MacGyver, and their dog
moving lives across miles upon miles…
the mighty Volvo raged on through flats
up foothills and down into the valley
to see the Grand Tetons and visit
an old friend -we never left; instead,
we got jobs and the day we spent
our last buck was the day we were paid
cleaning messes made by tourists
poaching nights for steam showers
and entertained by the sheltered tourists
faces of fear of our loaded Volvo of sheets
inching up the mountain blasting of cracked
muffler and David Byrne, a big dog and us,
wild cats looking out a bit scruffy in their world
our life was one found in novels, a way to be
they envied, thou if faced in life they reeked
of pity and fear; no care to us
we lived a dream of Buffalo and mountain
streams, fluffy beds and kitchen thrills
violets with smells of sage, and moments
of absolute freedom rushing through
my veins as I soared the valley winds with
my White Stallion.
© River 3/11
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Adventures in the Tetons is a series of poems written about my adventures in the Teton Mountains of Wyoming many years ago. :)
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The second poem in the series-
A Teton Sunset
They are slowly coming, Sherry! :)
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on a carved out path to the river.
